For all my low life thug niggas,

For all my niggas in the hood,

Livin the life of a ghetto star,

Ha ha ha Makavelli,



Just holla my name

And witness game official

Niggas is so shame

They stare stiff like scared bitches

While I remain inside a paradox

Gone my block

Though gun shots is promised to me when will I stop

I hit the weed

And hope to god I can fly high

Witness my enemies

Die when I ride by

They shouldn'ta tried me

Send they bodies to they parents up north

With they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off

Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons,

Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come,

bust ma gun make em all scatta,

bullets to my nuts only made my balls fatta,

eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that,

you said u comin back bring it on foeva straped,

introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain,

u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star



i live the life of thug nigga, drug deala livin game tight

mug nigga, slug nigga split tha fame like,

laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same

and let it rain thru ya brain,

street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin

movin niggaz with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz,

leadin niggaz to an early death with they head blown,

and to those who didn't make it to the morgue,

which is dead n gone,

and hope niggaz got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done,

back chat, they toast his ass out,

mob related momma my nigga found shot up with his dick in his mouth, print it

my name in these streets, as a mutha fuckin g, now the next generations lookin wors